When I Start Thinking, All Is Lost.

I Owe You The Truth In Painting, And I Will Tell It To You.

In Order To Make Progress, There Is Only Nature, And The Eye Is Turned Through Contact With Her.

The Artist Makes Things Concrete And Gives Them Individuality.

I Am Beginning To Consider Myself Stronger Than All Those Around Me, And You Know That The Good Opinion I Have Of Myself Has Only Been Reached After Mature Consideration.

Tell Me, Do You Think I'm Going Mad? I Sometimes Wonder, You Know.